They don't have prizes at the bottom of those bottoles

I drank from the empty bottles

The ones you found hidden beneath my bed

The pills they stuff me with don’t really help

So I drink myself to death instead

 

Just for a while it doesn’t hurt

As the time moves I don’t feel pain

The vodka burns down my throat

Just for a while, I don’t feel a thing

 

I’ll rest on my wooden floor

Praying for you to walk in on me

But my door screams in silence

A sign that you’ve forgotten me

 

I’ll bury my head into my pillow

Scream until my throat bleeds

Cadged behind life’s misery

  I’ll drink until the day I’m free

Reviews

[Livana Lowell]

This is so sad, but also very beautiful and I can relate a bit except the drinking cause I'm too young and grandmother's way too strict.

N'ways the title attracted me a lot and this is really good because I can get into the feeling of it even I couldn't relate.

That's true art, ya know. And guess what, I'm gonna go read more of your stuff now.